-- maybe i'm a masochist. [voldemort]

[bellatrix lyra black]

Not many dared venture up to Riddle Manor by themselves, perhaps least of all Death Eaters unless specifically summoned. Bellatrix, however, was not easily intimidated, especially not when she was angry. Actually, angry didn’t accurately describe how she felt right now. A more accurate term might be furious, vengeful or possibly even murderous. It was only two days ago that she had learned how the manipulative bastard Lucius Malfoy had made a fool of her youngest sister, and that was the kind of thing she simply did not tolerate. The nineteen year-old would gladly have charged the gates of Hogwarts to track him down and murder him right there and then, but a single thought had stopped her. Malfoy was to be a Death Eater. The Dark Lord would not approve of her killing the boy, no matter how insufferable and completely deserving he might be.

So here she was, on the doorstep to the home of the Dark Lord himself. She had been there before, of course, but it wasn’t the kind of place one just dropped by to say hi either. Well, a muggle or two had in the past, probably, but they wouldn’t have left again. Filthy muggles, thinking they could do whatever they wanted. What they deserved was to be exterminated like the vermin they were, alongside their perverse, somehow magical offspring – and blood traitors, of course. Oh, how much better the world would be without the lot of them. How any self-respecting pureblood could find themselves sympathizing with (or worse, marrying) the things was beyond her. With opinions like that, it was hardly a wonder that Bella was a Death Eater, perhaps the most loyal supporter of the man whose house she now stood in front of.

For politeness’ sake – she was a well-raised pureblood woman, after all, and had been taught some manners – she knocked on the door and waited a few seconds. No reply. Being much more impatient than polite by nature, she tried the door and found it to be open. Well, if it wasn’t locked, visitors couldn’t be entirely unwelcome. Or perhaps they could, and it was simply a way to lure them in to torture and kill them. That thought would probably have unsettled most young women, but if there was one thing no one could deny, it was that Bellatrix Black was… special. Some would say she was crazy, some that she was simply irrational or unpredictable, and they would all be hexed if she overheard them saying anything of the sort.

Entering the house of the Dark Lord without actually having been invited in, however, was something that intimidated even Bella. The fact that she knew it might be a bad idea did not stop her from doing it, however, and as walked through the doorway, she heard footsteps. It felt as though her heart would stop for a moment, but she didn’t turn and walk away like most rational people probably would have done long before then. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her that this wasn’t a good idea. That voice, like so many times before, was ignored. At least all thoughts of wanting to murder Lucius Malfoy had been pushed to the back of her mind, though, so she closed the door behind her and simply waited.

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556 word post for the dark lord himself with lyrics from all that i'm living for by evanescence and i’d like to add that wheee, bella is crazy.

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[canndee2]

Afternoon. October. Autumn. He had to remember what day it was today. Friday as far as he could recall. It didn't mattered really. All he knew was that he was hungry. Currently he was sitting in the great living room, staring inside the flames from his fireplace. Fire had a very soothing effect on him. It made him relax. Tom had a house elf. A girl house elf. Mixie was her name. She did everything for him. "MIXIE! Come here!" He yelled and stood up from the chair and found a cigarette in his pocket. As he was turned away from the door, the tiny elf entered and cleared her throat very silently. "... You called, my lord?" Tom turned around by the sound of her squeaky voice and instantly he started rubbing his temples. He had a headache and her voice was no good for that. He closed his eyes for a second. "Yes.. I did. Bring me some food in the dining room. And make it happen quickly." The elf ran as fast as her small legs could last. Not a word like "thank you" or anything like that. Tom never learned anything like that.

Tom lit his cigarette without using his wand or something as common as matches or a lighter. Then he heard the front door open. His eyes narrowed and was sure that he wasn't expecting any visitors. There wasn't any Death Eater meeting today. It would be Monday. He sighed deeply and walked to the hall. With the cigarette lit in the corner of his mouth he entered the entrance hall and saw none other than Bellatrix Black. That was weird. Why in the world was she here? An internal sigh was released. Tom looked closely at her. He wondered how old she could be? But decided not to ask. He did not know a whole lot about women, but one thing he knew was never to ask how old they are. "Miss Black.. What a delightful pleasure. What brings you here?" He asked in a rather cold tone. His head still hurt and he was hungry. Again Tom rubbed his temples, and that was when Mixie came with his food. She placed it on the table. And she stayed, standing close to the table, as if she wanted something from him. "You can go now, Mixie." Was all he said and the elf left as quickly as she came in.

Tom looked at the plate with the food on it with disgust in his eyes. He took one of the grapes and ate it quickly. He had totally forgotten about the presence of Miss Bellatrix Black. Then he noticed her again and was quite surprised that she didn't answered right away. Slowly, he moved closer to her and took a sip of a beer, Mixie had placed at the table too. The smoke was still in the corner of his mouth. "You have to answer your master, miss Black. Otherwise I might tell your father what a bad girl you've been." He said coldly without blinking. Oh yes, Tom knew Cygnus Black very well. Cygnus Black was one of the first men to join Tom as a Death Eater. Tom sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and stared at her until she decided she wanted to answer.

[bellatrix lyra black]

Bellatrix was by now quite certain that this had not been a good idea. She was, however, equally certain that it was now too late to really do anything about it and that even if she turned and ran away as fast as she could now, she’d still be caught. Of course, running away wasn’t really an option she actually entertained for even a second, since she was far too fascinated by the master of the house to do such a thing. Obsessed was probably a better word than fascinated, though – that, even she would admit. She did have some semblance of self-insight, after all, even if it wasn’t always obvious to other people. She also had enough insight to realize that she wasn’t nearly as frightened as she probably ought to be right now, intruding upon the very home of the Dark Lord. Wanting to run would have been a logical reaction, and her brain knew that, but she still wanted to stay.

The feeling did not change as she saw the Dark Lord himself walk towards her. Had her heart been beating fast before, it was now thundering, threatening to jump out of her chest at any moment. How could a dweeb like Lucius Malfoy even have crossed her mind when she was so near to a man like this was, quite frankly, difficult for her to understand. In fact, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t think of a single man worth thinking about for even a second compared to… to Voldemort. Even just thinking his name sent shivers down her spine. Sure, she was betrothed – to Rodolphus Lestrange, even, a perfectly respectable pureblood and assistant to the Minister for Magic – but it simply didn’t matter. She would drop everything in her hands, risk her life and everyone in it, for a single nod of approval from the Dark Lord. This complete awestruckness was also what prevented her from replying to his question immediately, as she should have done.

It was not until after he dismissed the house elf (the name was Mixie, apparently) that she realized she had yet to answer his question. She bit her lip softly, not quite daring to look him in the eye as he told her she had to answer. It was difficult to avoid, though, because of how close to her he was at that moment. Of course she had to reply. The problem was that her reason for coming here now seemed completely ridiculous, and she didn’t even want to say it because it would make her sound like a whiny little child who couldn’t handle her sister’s romantic troubles without running to him for help. That perspective had never occurred to her before, but now that it had, it was impossible to ignore. ”I thought I had a very good reason, my lord,” she said, trying to keep her sudden insecurity from shining through, ”Forgive me. I should have known better than to bother you.” There was no one else in the world Bellatrix spoke to with such profound respect, nor anyone she would actually feel she had to ask for forgiveness. Then again, there was no one like the Dark Lord.
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[canndee2]

Tom felt nothing. In fact he was slightly disgusted with her silence. If she had the guts to enter his house without even giving a note beforehand, he was sure that she had the guts to tell whatever it was that was bothering her. She was a Black after all and Tom knew that the Black's normally were quite open-hearted. Or that was actually a lie. He didn't know a whole lot about the Black family. It was because he didn't gave a shit about other people. Not even Cygnus Black's oldest daughter.

It was funny to look at her. She seemed so young and rather innocent. But Tom couldn't say he knew a whole lot about her. And he wouldn't. He was never the friend of the people. He was actually quite the opposite. He was the type of man that liked killing people because they had things he needed. Like Hepzibah Smith. Why would she have a locket that had belonged to Salazar Slytherin, if he was one of his descendants? That was still a mystery to him. But nevertheless, she was death and gone now. Because of him, and he felt nothing while doing it. He felt pleasure, but not anything else.

Tom started rubbing his temples again. One thing was certain; beer did not help on a headache, nor did cigarettes. But he ignored it and took another sip of his beer and another drag of his cigarette. He then looked at Bellatrix once again. His eyes were darker than before, but you could still see the blue in them. "Your reason must be good.. If you decided to enter my house without permission. Speak up, before I change my mind." He said surprisingly calm and sat down in the comfortable chair.

Tom took a deep breath and reached out for his food. He was tired and had a pretty bad day, so her business had to be short. Tom closed his eyes as he took a bite of a piece of bread. And then he opened them and stared at her, trying to make her talk. He hated people who couldn't just speak up and just get their business done and over with.

[bellatrix lyra black]

Why was she so frightened? Bellatrix Black was never frightened, never so intimidated in the presence of a man that she didn’t dare say what was on her mind. Most men were nothing to her – toys, sometimes, if she was exceptionally bored, and in the case of her fiancé, occasionally even worthy conversation partners, but most of the time, nothing. She could offer them a smile on a good day just to see how they’d react, but really, it didn’t matter. So why was this so different? The Dark Lord, too, was only a man. Only a beautiful, powerful, dangerous man for whom she would gladly give up her own life. She’d probably hand him her beloved baby sister’s head on a plate if he asked her to. It was crazy, how she practically worshipped him. An entirely different kind of crazy than what she was known for, though.

Then he told her to speak up, and her heart skipped a beat. His voice was so calm, yet so impossibly… threatening? All he said was that he might change his mind – there was no warning there, no telling her that he wanted her to get out. She couldn’t imagine he’d be pleased right now if she did just turn and walk away either. Instead she was racking her brain as fast as she possibly could, trying to think of some explanation not quite as silly as that she wanted to murder Lucius Malfoy for upsetting Narcissa. Malfoy, for all his flaws and what she viewed as his utter incompetence, was to be a Death Eater when he graduated, so of course she wouldn’t be allowed to do anything to harm him. All Death Eaters were valuable and important and so on and so forth, right? Well, not so much that the Dark Lord wouldn’t get rid of them if he found them unworthy, but still. She couldn’t imagine him approving of them going around killing one another.

”I’m concerned about Andromeda,” she said, regretting it almost instantly. It was said, though, so she had to continue. ”I think she has… doubts about where her loyalties lie. Perhaps she should be tested.” Was that a decent reason to come barging into the Dark Lord’s house? No, of course not, but at least she could excuse it by claiming that she didn’t want to say it in front of the others. In fact, she hadn’t wanted to tell him either. Andromeda, despite all the tension that had built up between them over the last few years, was still her little sister, and they had been close once. Blood ties were supposed to be stronger than this, weren’t they? Actually, Bellatrix didn’t know much about the strength of family ties. The Blacks would disown anyone who betrayed them – brother, sister, son, daughter, father, mother – without a moment’s hesitation. Perhaps that was why it was so important to her that Andromeda got the chance to prove she was wholly on their side.
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[canndee2]

Tom couldn't stand anyone who was from a very fine pureblood family and then decided to stray. He knew exactly what Andromeda was doing. It was wrong of her, very wrong indeed. Why couldn't she just be happy with her life as one of the Black daughters and marry a pureblood? He had no idea why someone wished to live with muggles. Tom had a plan, but he was sure that his own filthy father was dead, so it wouldn't happen. But he was named after him and that was bad enough.

Andromeda was very much like his own mother. According to what he heard. But nevermind that now. Recently, Tom had heard from one of his spies at Hogwarts, what was going on. And he wasn't pleased. It was dreadful. Tom sat in his chair, looking at Bellatrix, something that turned to a staring. He sighed and opened his mouth. "I heard about what she is up to. Never your mind where I heard it. When you say "tested", what exactly do you have in mind, Bellatrix?" It was the first time he said her first name instead of calling her "Miss Black."

As he sat there in his chair, something was heard. It was the voice of his pet snake, Nagini. Nagini scared the poor house elf half to death every time she saw him, but if Tom know he wouldn't care. A house elf could always be replaced. And even if it did die, he wasn't sure that the creature was strong enough. Tom hated weak and forgiving people! He hated people, so why did Bellatrix came here?

Tom sighed and stood up and walked over to where she was standing. He now stood two inches from her and looked her directly in the eyes. He had no idea what was happening to him, but suddenly he felt a certain attraction to the young girl. Tom wanted to see her naked, but he couldn't ask her to strip. He still moved closer to her, and when their noses would be able to reach other (if he wasn't that tall) he stopped and looked at her. Then he heard Mixie coming in and with his hand (wandless magic) he pushed the house elf away, without removing his eyes from Bellatrix. He could hear Mixie fall, probably down some stairs, but Tom couldn't care less. Right now all that mattered was Bellatrix and why he felt this attraction. It was not normal. What was going on with him?!

[bellatrix lyra black]

Bellatrix knew she shouldn’t have mentioned her sister, knew she shouldn’t have told anyone about her fears for Andromeda. They were sisters, for crying out loud, and she loved her sisters – both of them, despite everything. Still, this was a genuine concern, and she was obliged to mention it to the Dark Lord. It would be far worse if the younger Black sister joined his ranks only to betray him later than if the problem was recognized and corrected now. So, she told herself as she waited for the Dark Lord to respond to what she had said, she couldn’t have been wrong to voice her concerns. It was for the best of all of them; Andromeda herself, the Death Eaters’ cause and, perhaps most importantly, the Black family. If Andromeda betrayed them like that no-good bastard Sirius had… No, she didn’t even want to think about it. Her sister would not do such a thing.

He asked her what she meant by tested, and for the first time yet, she dared look him straight in the eye. He had said her name. The Dark Lord, Voldemort himself, had called her by her first name, and there were no words to describe how sexy it sounded when he did. Then again, everything sounded ridiculously sexy to her when he said it. ”Ask her to torture a mudblood?” she suggested, a very faint smile appearing on her lips as he moved closer to her. Once again, she had the overwhelming feeling of being supposed to be absolutely terrified, but she wasn’t. Maybe he was playing with her, maybe he was still intending to curse her to oblivion and back for intruding on his privacy without warning, but that thought… It didn’t bother her nearly as much as it should have, since it was him. She couldn’t think of a single thing he could do that she wouldn’t approve of, because in her eyes, this man was infallible.

It felt as though she would pass out at any minute as he stood there so close to her, his face only inches away from hers. He was taller than her so she obviously had to look up to meet his gaze, and it made her feel… weak. That was not something she was used to. Then again, how could anyone not be weak in comparison to Lord Voldemort? The oldest Black sister, narcissistic, proud and self-important as she always had been, felt insignificant next to him. And Merlin, she wanted him. Wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his lips press against hers… But she didn’t dare. ”Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper. Subconsciously, she leaned just a bit closer to him. Oh, why did he have to be so… so perfect?
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[canndee2]

Torture a mudblood? The idea wasn't bad at all. But he hated telling people that they were right. Because Bella was right. Tom grit his teeth, before deciding not to mention Andromeda again. Not now. His focus was on Bellatrix now. Fully. "Forgot your foolish, mudblood-loving sister for a moment, Bella." He said and lifted his right hand and tried to cup her face. He succeeded and pulled her close, before his left hand drove down her stomach and down her hip, before taking a firmly grip at her thin leg, pulling her all close to him.

Tom wanted her. Now. He looked down at the floor and threw the cigarette he had in his mouth downthere and stomped on it, so it wouldn't set his house on fire. It was strange. He had never felt this towards anyone before, but now he couldn't stop. Tom then kissed her hard on the lips and opened his mouth and let his tongue play roughly with hers, while he pulled her closer. Then he stopped and looked her in the eyes. "Stop talking. And enjoy." He simply said and looked her in the eyes, before kissing her again, almost violently.

While kissing her, he lifted her up and placed her on the big wooden table. Not the most comfortable place, but his bed was his only. No one ever had permission to enter his bed. He stopped the kissing and took both his hands and ripped her shirt so her bra was visible. He threw the ruined shirt in a corner and pushed her, (rather gently actually) down, so her back was against the wooden table and he fumbled on getting off his own shirt. Finally it came of and revealed his rather toned upper-body and leaned in and started kissing her violently again.

[bellatrix lyra black]

Bellatrix felt his hand touching her – her stomach, her hip, then her leg – and she was afraid she might actually squeal with delight. Fortunately, she managed to refrain from doing that or anything equally embarrassing, and instead carefully lifted her hands to his chest as he cupped her face. A moment later, he was kissing her, and her body practically pulsated. She didn’t have one coherent thought beyond the sheer joy of having the Dark Lord touch her like this. It was more than she had ever dared hope for, like one of her fantasies come to life. The Dark Lord, her hero, the only man whose presence affected her, was kissing her, pulling her close to him. Had she ever thought she might be able to resist him, all such ridiculous notions would now be gone. No, she didn’t know why this was suddenly happening, but quite frankly, she didn’t care.

It wasn’t like she needed to be told to enjoy this, since there was just about nothing she could possibly enjoy more. She felt his grip tighten, their lips still locked, and she realized she was suddenly no longer on the ground. Grabbing onto his shoulders so as to not fall down, the thought of Rodolphus suddenly crossed her mind. Oh, he would hate her if he knew, and her parents… they would be so shocked. Cygnus would probably be a proud as well, though – proud to have his oldest daughter win such a great honor. None of that mattered much to her right now, and truth be told, neither did Rodolphus bloody Lestrange. Yes, he might be her fiancé and she respected him, but the Dark Lord… he was everything. There was nothing she would or could refuse him, least of all her body if he wanted it, and it certainly seemed like he did. She wanted him too, more than she could have imagined, and although his kisses were powerful to the point of being violent, not a cell in her body denied him.

As he stopped kissing her for a second, she was so tempted to simply pull him back to her. His hands made their way to her chest, though, and her upper body curved slightly to make whatever it was he wanted to do easier. She let out a light gasp when her shirt was ripped and thrown on the floor, but of course, she did not protest. As he fumbled with his own shirt, her lean fingers first made their way to the back of her bra to unlace it (she liked that bra and didn’t want it ruined), then she arched her body up just a bit so she could reach the zipper on his trousers. Her hand lingered there for a second as she looked up at him, almost as if to ask for permission, but she was too occupied by the taste of his lips to notice if she received any response. Therefore, she quickly and nimbly unzipped his trousers and then leaned back on the table again, her left hand making its way up so she could touch his marvelous face.

This really was a dream come true. All right, so she might not have imagined a hard, uncomfortable wooden table, but that was insignificant. Anything she might feel was insignificant, come to think of it. This man (no, the word did not do him justice – other men should not be grouped with him), he was more than her world right now. Naturally, any mild discomfort she might feel should simply be ignored in favor of what he wanted. Spreading her legs slightly, about as much as she could with the tight skirt she was wearing, she recalled the other lovers she’d had. There hadn’t been many, but she was sure that even if she’d slept with a million men, none could compare to the way the Dark Lord made her feel. It was beyond desire at this point – an aching need for him.
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